As Lin Fan's car slowly left the villa, Zhao Jiaqi and Chen Jiayi stood at the door, looking out.
A day and a night of intimacy had done nothing to ease their longing, and even though their legs were still somewhat weak, the affection in their eyes almost condensed into liquid.
"Sis, do you think Lin Fan will abandon us? I don't know why, but I keep thinking about his face."
Zhao Jiaqi nestled in Chen Jiayi's arms, her cheeks flushed, still feeling remnants of what Lin Fan had given her.
"It's because you've fallen for him. Only true love brings such fear of loss. But don't worry, I can tell he's not ungrateful. Besides, right now, for him, Red Flag County is a great challenge. He really needs to focus all his efforts."
With her arm around Zhao Jiaqi's shoulders, Chen Jiayi smiled and said, "He always says he'll run if he can't win, but his aggressive, wild eyes prove that he enjoys this life full of deception and intrigue. Maybe he's just destined for the political world."
